My Boys

Have you ever played "Never Have I Ever"? Well I have. And let me tell you, it led to some pretty interesting revelations and experiences.

The first time I played was during my junior year of college. Now I'm not a drinker, and most of my friends aren't either. So our version of the game just involved holding up ten fingers, and putting one down if you had done whatever someone never had. Pretty tame, but that didn't stop the game from being exciting.

I was playing with some of my coworkers. It was me, Ben and Mary, and then two of our other friends, Nikki and Mark. Nikki is a very attractive black girl with a huge heart. Mark is one of those hot dorky guys. He has glasses and kind of a goofy look to him, but something about him exudes sexiness. Mary is a petite brunette, with long curly hair. And then of course there was Ben.

It had been about two weeks since my encounter with Ben (which we never brought up), and he was back for a visit. So we were having another sleepover, and decided to play the game.

"Alright guys, everyone put ten fingers up," Nikki ordered. "Who wants to start?"

"I'll go," Mark offered. "Okay...never have I ever...had a threesome."

"I see we're getting straight to the sexual stuff," I laughed. We all chuckled, but no one put down a finger.

I was next, "Never have I ever done any kind of drug."

Ben and Mark both put down a finger.

"What did you do?" I asked with mock reprimand.

"I smoked weed once with my brother," Ben admitted. "It was alright. Not something I'd do again though."

"Yeah, same here," Mark agreed.

"Okay," Nikki continued, "Never have I ever...pleasured myself with someone else in the room."

Instantly, Ben and I locked eyes. Our fingers dropped as one, our mouths turning into little smirks unbeknownst to the others. Mark had dropped a finger as well.

"Wow, boys are so interesting," Nikki said. "I don't think girls would ever do that."

"Maybe you should look at your friend's hand there before you make that statement," I pointed out.

Sure enough, Mary had put her thumb down. "I don't have to say a thing," she said smugly. "My turn. Never have I ever, done anything sexual with the same sex."

Again, Ben and I glanced at each other, though neither of us dropped a finger. I'm a person who doesn't see a problem with someone exploring their sexuality and experimenting with other genders or whatever, but I know a lot of people will make judgements about that stuff. So I'd rather keep it private. Besides...the two of us hadn't actually done anything to each other. And no one needed to know about my previous exploits with Tyler or Will.

What surprised me though, was that Mark put a third finger down.

"Are you for real?" the girls both asked.

Mark smirked a little, "Let's just say I did some questionable things when I was younger. I'll leave it at that."

Questionable things huh? I really wanted to know what sort of things he meant, but one of the rules of the game was that you didn't have to explain your answer unless you wanted to. Before I could even think to press it further, Ben moved on with the game.

"Never have I ever...videotaped myself doing dirty things," he smirked.

"You suck!" Nikki screeched, reaching over to punch Ben's arm.

"Well I guess we know Nikki's answer," Mark laughed.

"Listen," she tried to explain, "that's not even what it was. I was testing out my webcam, and I just happened to be in a bra. And Benjamin here found the video and ASSUMED there was more going on, but he was WRONG!"

"Whatever, just put your finger down," Ben snapped back.

"I've got a finger for you."

The game went on for an hour or so, with some more sexual questions, and also some serious ones. At the end of it all, I feel like we really got to know each other better. But more than anything, I was still intrigued by Mark's response to whether he had done anything with the same sex. I wanted to know more.

So when it came time for Mark to go home the next morning, I was quick to offer him a ride.

"So last night was fun," I said as we drove along in my car.

"Yeah, it was cool hanging with you guys."

"And we definitely got to know each other a little better," I laughed.

"Haha, for sure," he agreed. "Maybe a little too well."

"What do you mean?" I asked, kinda confused.

"I don't know...I guess I just feel like some of you got a little weird after I said I had done stuff with guys before."

Well that was easier than I thought it would be. And now I-wait, what? Did he say 'guys'? As in plural?

"I don't think anyone cared. It's not that big of a deal," I reassured.

"You don't think it's weird?" he asked.

"No," I said honestly. "In fact...I may or may not have done some questionable things in my past as well."

I think if Mark had been driving, he would have slammed on the brakes.

"Is that so? Why didn't you put a finger down?"

"Probably for the same reason you're worried about now. I was afraid people would judge me. But when I saw that you were in the same boat, I felt a little better about it."

"Wow...just...wow," he said in disbelief. "Well that makes me feel better about the whole thing."

"Good."

There was a long moment of silence as we both digested the information. It was Mark who broke the silence.

"So...what exactly have you done?"

I thought about sugarcoating it. I mean what if all he had done was like, kiss a guy, and I was gonna admit to not only kissing, but giving and receiving hand and blowjobs with my brother, jacking off my old roommate, and getting off while watching our friend Ben do the same.

"I've done up to third base," I said simply. No reason giving unnecessary details so soon.

"Cool...did you give or receive?" he asked.

He better give up the goods if I'm gonna tell him all of this. "A little of both," I replied. "Your turn."

"I've done the same," Mark said. "And...I almost made it home once."

Out of the corner of my eye, I could tell he was a little embarrassed by this revelation. He was kind of looking down and glancing at me from over his glasses, waiting for a reaction.

"Really?" I asked, genuinely intrigued. "How was it almost?"

Since I didn't seem too put off, Mark opened up a little more.

"Well it was my best friend in high school. We had gotten into a habit of watching porn together, and jacking off. It led to doing the other stuff. One day, we decided to try going all the way."

"I assume it didn't go well..."

"Yes and no. We basically flipped a coin to see who would be on top. I won, I guess. But when I started to do him, he kinda freaked out about the whole thing. He pretty much went off on me and started yelling about how he wasn't gay or whatever. He never really talked to me again."

Mark was staring out the window, obviously still hurt by the whole ordeal. I couldn't believe he had opened up so much with me, but I felt honored that he felt comfortable enough to talk about this stuff with me. I reached over and grasped his hand, giving it a tight squeeze.

"I'm sorry," I said. It was all I could think to say.

Mark shook from his reverie, "Eh, it's water under the bridge now. I don't regret anything we did. It was fun while it lasted."

I noticed that he didn't let go of my hand. In fact, he started lightly caressing his thumb over my skin. I also realized that our clasped hands were on his firm thigh, dangerously close to his crotch. This sent a jolt to my own groin, and suddenly my jeans were much tighter than they usually were.

I squirmed a little in the drivers seat, which didn't go unnoticed by Mark.

"Looks like you're remembering some good times over there," he said, gesturing to my tented jeans.

I blushed, "Yeah...it's been awhile since I've gotten off. I guess all that talk about sex got me a little worked up."

"It's been awhile for me too," he admitted. "So...have you ever gotten roadhead?"

I nearly swerved the car off the road, having to rip my hand away from his just to steady the wheel.

"I'll take that as a no," Mark laughed. "Well as they say, there's a first time for everything."

With my hands still clutching the wheel, knuckles turning white, Mark reached his hand over and cupped my now throbbing erection through my pants. He rubbed it up and down. It felt good, but also a little uncomfortable being constricted by my jeans. As if he read my mind, Mark brought his other hand over to assist in unbuttoning the jeans, followed by the zipper.

"Dude, you really don't have to do this," I said, though I would have probably cried if he listened to me.

"What are friends for?"

Apparently they're for undoing your pants and slipping your straining briefs down just enough to release your most intimate piece of anatomy. With a snap, my hardness popped out of my underwear and sat straight up. Mark wasted no time in wrapping his warm hand around it, as if it were a gearshift. It might as well have been, because every stroke had the car either speeding up or slowing down.

"Can I ask you one favor?" he wondered aloud. The man had my dick in his hand, he could ask me anything!

"Sure..." I exhaled.

"Can you try not to kill us?" he joked.

Before I could even articulate a witty response, Mark's head descended, and his hot wet lips wrapped around the flared head of my cock. My hands were so tight on the steering wheel, I'm surprised it didn't crumble beneath my fingers. I accidently pressed my foot down too hard, and we shot forward a bit.

"Sorry!" I exclaimed.

His only response was to move further down my shaft, taking me almost to the hilt. Wow, did the boy have a gag reflex? I could feel my head lodged in his throat.

He slowly pulled back up and released my head with a popping sound. "Like riding a bike."

"Well get back to pedaling," I ordered with mock authority.

He obeyed, once again taking me all the way in. Mark was working wonders on my dick, sucking and stroking with expertise. I thanked the heavens above when I hit a redlight. It was becoming too difficult to concentrate on driving with such little blood in my big brain.

Then I became very aware of what was happening. There were cars on either side of me, and I didn't have the darkest of tinted windows. Could people see what was going on? What if it was someone I knew? When that light turned green, I shot out of there. The sudden jerk made Mark choke a little, but he didn't stop.

Once we were back on the move and away from other cars, I relaxed back into the blowjob. And it didn't take long for me to feel the pressure building. To keep good on my promise of not killing us, I figured the best course of action would be to pull over. So I found a Wal-Mart parking lot, and stopped in the most isolated spot I could find. Just in time too.

"I'm gonna cum..." I warned, expecting him to pull off and finish me by hand. But no, he only worked harder and faster. My head banged against the headrest and I locked my fingers in his dark curls, helping to thrust his mouth up and down.

"Fuck!" I yelled as my final warning. He kept pistoning up and down on my dick as the earthshattering orgasm shot through my body. I had cum in Tyler's mouth that first time we were together. But my dick hadn't actually been still going in and out of his mouth. This was a whole new experience, and it felt amazing!

To me, it seemed like a gallon of juice had left my dick, but Mark didn't seem bothered by it. In fact, when he finally pulled off, there wasn't a drop to be found.

"Mmmm, someone's been drinking pineapple juice," he said. And he was right. I had heard it made cum taste better, but I never knew it actually worked.

"That...was...insane..." I breathed.

"I'm glad you liked it."

I mustered all my strength to reach over and grasp his still painfully stiff hard-on. Holy crap, it felt HUGE! He must have noticed my eyes widen a little, because he let out a laugh.

Regathering my thoughts I said, "Let me pay you back."

To my surprise, he responded with, "Maybe later. Not that I wouldn't love to continue this. But I really gotta get home and ready for work."

"Oh yeah...I guess our ride did take a little longer than anticipated," I grinned. "Tell ya what. Come by my place after work."

"Gladly."

And with that agreement, I pulled out of the parking lot and continued the short drive to his house. All the while, my hand still groping his large erection through his pants.

"Can't wait for tonight."


AN: Sorry it's been so long, I've been finishing up summer classes and such. This chapter probably marks the end of the true stories for now. (I will say I took some liberties with the ending though). The next couple chapters will pretty much be all sex, all the time, lol. Hope that's okay!